Chapter 111

Raya

I paused in front of the sink, minutes later after using the restroom, where I had prayed that Tyla would have left by the time I came out, but she was still in there, in front of the mirror, reapplying her lipstick when I finally came out.

I brought out mine to do so too after washing my hands.

"You do know Maxwell is not serious with all this, do you?"

I turned to face her momentarily.

"What do you mean?"

"Dating? Holding hands and pretending that he's in love—of course he can do that. It's why so many women shifted their pants for him."

I tried not to let that get to me.

"Hmm..."

"I'm sure he must have used that on you too, though I would agree he knows how to f*ck. The positions, the passion—I can remember him running his fingers down my body the other day."

Okay, this was weird.

"Uhm... What is the point of all this?"

She turned to face me finally, her lipstick going into her bag, which I hadn't realized she carried into the restroom, and I turned to face her too.

"I'm telli